Sunbeam Lair [m] Just give it time, the sands will pass

Fiona sat, listening. The woman explained that her relationship with her husband had been tumultuous in ways even the witch found troubling. To her, this man sounded manipulative, a narcissist, and perhaps even abusive. He had left her alone while she was with child? And while she was unwell? And he had thought to take her child away, even after all of that? The witch boiled beneath her own skin at a man who would do such a thing, and she had half a mind to track him down and give him a taste of some medicine that would cause him as much pain as he had caused this woman—this mother. No, not just that, the mother of his own child. It turned her stomach to think such men existed, although she had heard of such things before.

None of that was okay, Fiona assured her. He is a wretched, foul man. Gently, Fiona put her paw atop the stranger's, assuming she allowed. There is no getting over a thing like that, only learning to live beyond it.